I didn't know what to expect when I was sent home. They simply said that my parents called and he was taking the summer off. You're probably wondering why I a Delta Force operative get summer break when his parents call for it. Well see my dad is kind of like a general and in command of the Special Force branch of the military, and I'm not exactly a full member of the army. I go to school in the New York Military Academy and I was on an exchange program with the army. For some reason God chose that I was to go to the most elite division within SF, I think my dad had something to do with it. The Empire State Hostage Crisis, as it's called now, just happened to be given to the unit I was training with and we were the only ones not tasked overseas at that moment. So, one thing after the other next thing you know I'm killing bad guys in the middle of Manhattan. Confusing right? Yeah, I don't even get it too much myself. I have no idea how I even got into the army exchange program much less Delta, like I'm still sixteen what's the rush?

It was almost noon the week after the Empire State fiasco and the Chevy Suburban pulled up in front of an apartment building. I rushed past the doorman and ran up the stairs, the elevator was broken for the day, and unlocked the front door to my family's condo. I ran into a heated discussion between my parents. I listened to the discussion, but couldn't understand anything as I went in and sat next to my mom on the sofa. "Rob, I still think it's safer for him to go to camp. He can't live like this anymore… not knowing what he really is. I mean like he's blinded"

"Becca, I know, but he still doesn't know what is going on, plus he is no normal half-blood. Our dads have manipulated the mist so that the three of us can live normally without… distractions."

"Mom, Dad, what's going on?" I asked, unable to resist anymore.

"Tim… we're thinking that we should send you to camp for the summer." My dad stated matter-of-factly.

I nearly laughed at his answer "Summer camp!? Come on dad! You send me to Delta and I was at Empire State!"

"Tim, listen to me. Things are really complicated and everything will make sense once you get there." My dad said looking rather serious, my mom just nodded in agreement.

"Ok, summer camp it is." I raised my hands in surrender.

"Good, we'll drive you there right now." My mom said, then looking at my confused look said "Don't worry we packed for you already and your… accessories, there in the car."

"You guys weren't taking 'no' for an answer huh?"

My mom just smiled and went through the front door and down the stairs.

My dad patted me on the back and led me down into the garage. We all hopped into my mom's white Range Rover Evoque and headed to summer camp.

My mom parked the car at the bottom of a hill, Half-Blood Hill according to my iPhone. My dad seemed tense, something you don't see unless he was overseeing a mission in the ops room. I climbed out of the car and touched the SIG SAUER pistol tucked into my shorts, the cold hard metal pressed tightly against my skin. I popped the trunk and took out my duffel bag. I set it down next to my foot and eyed a box sitting in the corner of the trunk. It was just a regular cardboard box, I reached for it and as surprised at how heavy it was. I took out my pocketknife and cut through the duck tape. I stood there as I looked at the box of bullets and asked my dad, "You want me to take the box of ammo too?"

"Yes."

"To summer camp?"

"Yes."

"Okay." I closed the flaps of cardboard and tucked it under my arm while carrying the duffel bag to where both of my parents were staring at the hill, lost in their own thoughts. I stood there for a moment not wanting to interrupt their train of thought, I grunted and my dad snapped out of his trance. He looked at me and I said, "So, where is the camp?"

"Up the hill." He said, and then he started up the hill with my mom in tow. It is extremely difficult for me to be the son of the director of the Special Forces. It meant that the family was extremely disciplined and he only took 'Yessir or I'll get it done" as an answer. I sighed and followed up the hill slinging the thirty-pound bag over my right shoulder. When my parents got to the top of the hill they disappeared, they just vanished into thin air. I reached behind for my pistol and thumbed the hammer back. I dropped my bags where I stood and sprinted up the hill. I slowed when I was close to the top of the hill and raised the gun I walked slowly and almost shot my dad in the face when he reappeared. "What the hell dad! I almost shot you goddamit!" I yelled at him while throwing my hands in the air waving the gun to get the message through. He looked at me and said carefully, "Go get your stuff and comeback here."

I put the safety back on and tucked it back in place. I picked up my bag and the box then walked to where my dad stood arms crossed. I was still kind of in shock as I almost shot and killed my dad when he just popped out of nowhere. Oh Yeah! Where did he go? "Dad? Where did mom go?" I asked. He just smiled and urged me to hurry up. I picked up the pace and stood face to face with my dad, he signaled for me to follow him as he disappeared again. "What the f-?" I muttered as my dad's face reappeared in front of mine.

"Hurry up." He said then he was gone again. My god… My heart isn't strong enough for this. Then stepped forward as I felt my foot kick something hard even though there was nothing there. Holy Shit! What the hell is going on here? I've had enough with this! I tried kicking whatever was in front of me but just saw my foot and sneaker vanish. Is this a force field? Am I being sent to some Area 51 shit? What kind of summer camp is this? I leaned forward until my whole body was past the force field, my heart was not prepared for what I saw next.